Prologue

The muscles in her legs were burning, while her breathing was becoming increasingly laboured, she had snacked into and out of Síthmaith’s area into the numerous Magic Weaver’s areas of control. She had to continue, she couldn’t stop, because if she stopped… well, she had been told that there are worse things than death would happen to her if she fell into the mercy of the High Queen of Wenqian.

The High Queen of Wenqian was well-known for her ruthlessness, it was well-known in Wenqian that being a King, Princess or Prince didn’t keep anyone safe from her wrath, she wished she knew if the Queen’s rage was known among the other Three Queendoms, but the only person she could speak with about the matter was Síthmaith and she was too young to know, along with being a lowly Magic Weaver.

Her rebellion group had been ambushed by the said High Queen’s troops, Síthmaith had warned them in the nick of time but it was calling it close. Even now she could feel the young fae’s magic travelling under her feet, it didn’t feel her with much comfort seeing that Síthmaith was young, her magic had been taught to her by a tutor instead of her parents and the fact that she was blind didn’t make many confident that she could fulfil her duties.

Even so, she could tell that Síthmaith was doing everything she could to keep her safe, to keep the High Queen’s troops away from her. If Síthmaith was doing everything she could, then she had to do better and had to keep going but soon the mountain path came to a dead end and she was standing in a stone circle, a rare sight seeing as it looked like the stone were embedded into the rock belong it.

Turning around she put her hand on her sword, but then there was a bright light and then she was landing on soft grass, opening her eyes a bit the area was around her was blurry and she closed her eyes turning onto her back before she lost consciousness.